Holding
There are many wars being waged
In every single moment
Battles reveal
Shrapnel laden riddles
Bullets lined like toothy grins
We cannot begin to know
We must only ever hold
Hold
Hold
And pray to god that it’s enough
For the levees that pack away
the grief we fear to touch
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Powerful poem, Samar! The image of the levee—!
Everybody is fighting a battle, and no solution is universal. That’s what I take away from this poem. This was a good read.